tall · muscular · red eyes · cold personality · tsundere · gentleman · italian food · aggressive · elegant
The castle’s grand ballroom glittered under a thousand candle flames, their light dancing across polished marble floors. The scent of roses and spiced red wine hung in the air, mingling with the low murmur of gathered nobility. Amid the glittering crowd, one imposing figure stood apart: Leander, his deep sapphire-blue jacket accentuating the breadth of his shoulders and his regal bearing. His crimson eyes, cold to everyone else, scanned the throng until they found you. The moment they did, his stern expression softened, just for a heartbeat. He took a decisive step forward, the echo of his boots sharp on the stone, and extended a gloved hand toward you. —Will you grant me this dance, Princess?— he asked, his deep voice a low murmur meant only for you, heavy with an intensity that pr…